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_PREVIOUSLY ON: A few days ago a college classroom was compromised by a sorceress named Darwin. She turned all of its members into animal people called 'zoomans' and the classroom was transported to a college in a magical world where everyone is an animal person too.

With new forms came heightened libidos with many of the students finding themselves with overactive attractions for others. Ava and Irma, now a rabbit and chameleon respectively, were good friends before the transformation and found themselves very attracted to each other when they were roomed with one another, but it was a lesbian attraction that brought them shame._

Irma woke up. The chameleon girl rose from her bed, blanket falling to reveal she only had a bra on in her sleep. She flipped the blanket over and hopped out of bed, still wearing the jeans from last night. She stepped on the carpeted floor on her bare reptilian feet, claws tapping onto the hardwood underneath.

Irma looked across the dorm room to the other bed: empty. Ava must have spent the night somewhere else. The room was sickenly quiet without her. Irma sat down her wide butt on her bed. She put her arms in her lap and stared in the floor. The loneliness made her blue... literally. Although she awoke with her normal green hue as she thought about Ava a bluish color came over her scales.

She shook her head and walked off to the bathroom. On the way she glanced at various furnishings around the room, things that were there when Ava and her moved in. She had barely touched anything that wasn't meant for holding their clothes. It was the dorm room that was assigned to her but Irma didn't feel like she belonged and all of its objects were not her property.

While she was in the bathroom, Ava came home. The gray rabbit girl walked in with a wrinkly striped top and a pair of sailor pants, the wide cuff at the bottom hovering over the ends of her bare rabbit feet.

Irma came out of the bathroom and the two were instantly uncomfortable being in each other's presence. Without a shirt on, Irma was showing off a lot of her slim scaly body and the color of her scales only highlighted how large her breasts were, and Ava's eyes had trouble not wandering all over said scales.

Ava slid her feet across the carpet, like she was pacing solely with sidesteps, "Ummm... I spent the night in Frank's room. He's a lion. A male lion."

Irma smiled nervously, "You had sex with him?"

Ava nodded, "Yep. I fucked him. He had some friends over and I fucked them too." She stopped herself and panicked, "Uh, the male friends, I mean! I fucked the males. There were some females there. I didn't fuck them!"

Irma nodded hastily, "Because... because you aren't gay!"

Ava smiled wide, showing off her incisor and pushing her cheeks up to her eyes, "That's right! I'm not a lesbo! I like the dick! I like guys with huge cocks! I like it when guys stick their cocks in me!" She gestured at her crotch.

Irma smiled innocently, "And did the guys have big cocks?"

Ava nodded, "They were huge! Frank's got one that's over a foot long!" She used her hands to illustrate the size, "There was this otter guy, too. He had a big one! And a panther! They were all so hung!" She giggled and shook her fist with passion, "They got me so deep I could feel their cocks poke my stomach!" She dropped her arms and giggled nervously, "Which is what I want! Because I'm straight! I like dicks in me!"

Irma tried to get second-hand gratification from Ava's story, imagining all the amazing dicks that her rabbit friend took the night before, but all she could do was imagine Ava- completely naked- getting fucked like a cavegirl and drooling on herself with pleasure, her gaze dumb with overwhelming sexual satisfaction.

As Ava talked, Irma's color turned to a pale pink but then shifted to a prominent red. Her breathing got heavy and her exhales became long and deep. A shiver or two came over her as she listened to Ava talk about her sexual experiences.

When Ava noticed that Irma's hue was shifting to red- what happened when Irma was aroused- she stopped. She turned away in disgust, "You... you are being attracted to me right now, aren't you!?"

Irma looked down and saw her scales. Red. She stammered, "I... I just like your stories about having sex with guys. I had sex with a few guys last night, too!"

Ava's head crept back toward Irma, looking at her with only the slightest side-eye, "Is it because you want to ignore your attraction to me?"

Irma couldn't say anything. Over the last few days they've slipped on their heterosexuality and fucked each other and each time they did they promised themselves it would be the last and they wouldn't succumb to their lesbian desires. Their gayness wouldn't leave them alone!

Irma held her arm and slumped to her side, "What are we going to do?"

"I don't think we should be around each other anymore," said Ava, "I don't think we can be friends...."

"But..."

"We can't!" Ava ran past Irma into the bathroom and slammed the door. Irma looked at the door and her heart sank. Her friend for so long... over? With the hamper locked behind the bathroom door, Irma stripped out of her clothes and tossed them on the floor before getting a low-cut smock and some denim culottes. After getting dressed, she was out the door, needing to be any place besides around Ava.

Martin and Longfellow were chilling out in their room before first period. The TV was on to some cop show where the lead character was a fox guy. The volume was too low for any of them to pay attention but Martin had a curiosity on what TV shows in the zooman world were like.

The other day the two boys received a microwave for their room and set it up near their mini-freezer. Martin opened up the mini-freezer and took a hot pocket out of the box. He put it on a ceramic plate from the cupboard above, and popped it in the microwave. With a green round finger he set the timer for two minutes and turned it on.

As the microwave hummed, Martin leaned on one side of his bare foot. He was dressed in a plaid shirt over a white undershirt and green cargo pants, a shade more olive than his skin.

In through the front door came Longfellow, the squirrel of brown fur. He wore a simple red t-shirt and rugged brown cargo shorts. Longfellow wasn't a former myuman like Martin and most in their class so unlike those former myumans, Longfellow had a tail: a big bushy tail. It swayed behind him.

"Ready for class?" asked Longfellow with a big toothy smile, "I think today we are learning about digging out tunnels and dens."

Martin smiled, "I'm assuming you already know about that."

Longfellow was a feral squirrel the day Darwin took over the class and transformed all the myuman students into animals, but Longfellow's transformation was from a feral to a myumanoid and he was given more than adequate intelligence for it.

"Maybe," Longfellow giggled, "but I'm always up for a refresher!"

Martin turned to Longfellow and grinned seductively, "You know... we got about a half hour before class. Did you want to do something?"

Longfellow smiled wide, cheeks pointed out, and walked up to Martin, holding his midriff, "What did you have in mind?"

The microwave beeped. Martin stepped away and popped it open to grab his hot pocket, hurt by the heat of the plate but ridding himself of it by laying it on the bed nearby. He sucked his fingers, "Shit, that's hot."

Longfellow walked up behind him and put a hand on Martin's shoulder. Martin looked at him and smiled.

"How about you sit down on the bed and let me see that big cock you got," said Martin.

Longfellow sparked a large smile, "Coming right up."

Martin pushed the plate down the blanket and Longfellow dropped his butt on the bed and spread his legs apart, feet gliding across the carpet. Martin knelt down and Longfellow unzipped his pants. Longfellow let out his big dick and already it was semi-hard at seven inches, with more length to come.

Martin fondled Longfellow's fuzzy balls and swung the cock over his way so he could take it in his mouth, carefully wrapping his pointy jaw around the shaft and letting the tongue slide down the squirrel's flesh.

Longfellow exhaled and wriggled his toes. Martin dabbed the cock with his tongue, kissed it, rode his maw down the length, danced with the foreskin, and slid a hand down the side. Longfellow's expression went dumb, he let his tongue hang out, and he drooled.

The cock stretched out further. Darwin gave him the name 'Longfellow' for a reason. Within a minute the squirrelcock was a foot long, the flow of life so riveting that Martin could hear it whenever his teeth pressed down onto the meat. His eyes went dreamy being that connected to such a beautiful stick of reproduction.

Longfellow wiped his mouth and smiled down at Martin, putting a hand on the turtle's head, "Maybe I've only been an intelligent creature for short of a week, but I've been having the time of my life! I've made a lot of friends, tried out so many new foods, and..." he stroked Martin's head, "I've been enjoying the pleasure of raunchy, casual s--"

Longfellow clamped his mouth shut and closed his eyes, grunting softly. A burst simmered at the bottom of his shaft and jizz sprinkled from his tip. Martin moaned and brought his mouth to the top of Longfellow's rod to give a look lick around the end. Longfellow couldn't hold it in any longer and sprayed into Martin's mouth and face. The squirrel heaved back and grunted and squeaked while he fired strings of jizz all over the place, getting on his lap, Martin's clothes, and the floor.

Martin, with a boner on his pants sticking out like a speedbump, macked on Longfellow's dick, swallowing wads of cum, as the squirrel's climax ended and his cock deflated. Martin could feel the member contract in his scaly hands.

They had a good chill session with Martin wiping the cum off his mouth with his shirt sleeve and then tending to the hot pocket he heated up while Longfellow got some tissues from the shelf beside Longfellow's bed and returned to Martin laying against the end of his. Longfellow padded down his pants although the wet stain on his pants remained.

Longfellow pinched out his slacks, "This isn't proper class attire."

Martin smirked, "I think it's alright. Maybe it's the fact that I spent the first day in class with my pants soaked with urine and a huge load in my underwear, but the hygiene standards in the owl professor's class aren't exactly high. A lot of students exchange bodily fluids during class anyway." He took a big bite, "Plus we got a classmate who goes whenever she feels."

Longfellow chuckled and nodded. He took out a few extra tissues for Martin.

The two finished up their morning duties and walked out into the hall on the way to class. Longfellow took a hand around Martin's body and Martin glowed. He looked at Longfellow and crept his arm behind Longfellow's body, diving through the fluff of Longfellow's big tail.

There was chatter. Up ahead in the halls and behind Martin as well were his fellow students, many Martin recognized as his classmates. He turned cold, horrified they could see him being touchy-feely with Martin and mark him down as gay!

He retracted his arm and took a step out of Longfellow's proximity.

Longfellow pouted, "What's wrong?"

"Uhhh..." Martin smiled, "We shouldn't be so close. We, uh, shouldn't be so close to each other we would get sick of it!"

Longfellow grinned warmly, incisor out on the front of his mouth, "Ok!"

Martin faked a reassuring smile at Longfellow and crept his eyes around the hall to see if anyone saw him and Longfellow touch each other. No one seemed to be pointing and laughing, or even acknowledging the two at all.

"Martin!!"

Martin froze up, eyes full of horror. This is it, he thought, this is where everyone finds out the gay things I've done!

It was Kimi, the red fox, running barefoot through the tiled hallways. She ran up, smiled on her toothy face.

"Uh, hey, Martin!" said Kimi, "Ready for class?"

Martin measured the distance between him and Longfellow and let some room aside from Kimi to come between him. Kimi came up between them, and slipped her hands into her pockets as she changed pace to fit theirs.

"Hi... Kimi," said Martin. He thought for a moment then got a sultry smile on his face and leaned close to Kimi, "Maybe today Professor Darwin will let us study each other's bodies!"

Kimi's eyes went tiny and she blushed, "M-Martin!"

Perfect, thought Martin, I successfully reasserted my straightness!

Martin chuckled but fought the temptation to hold her close and the trio of classmates continued to their destination. They passed by Peter, a puffin boy in their class.

Peter was walking through the halls and some of the fliers on the bulletin board caught his attention. There was a poster with a kangaroo man and a quail chick casually walking with each other, very innocently. The kangaroo man had a huge boner on the front of his pants and pink lines were coming from the quail's crotch, representing pheromones. The text read: 'WE'RE ALL HORNY. IT'S OK.'

Strange stuff- but Peter ignored it and walked down the hall to room 385.

He knocked on the door. There was a muttering, some shuffling and then the door opened. There she was: Gillian, the pug, standing in the doorway wearing nothing but a pair of panties and a bra, her pudge bunching out of her sides, thighs, arms, and legs.

Peter grinned slyly, "Did I catch you in the middle of something?"

Gillian smirked, "Me and Jason were just doing some morning exercise."

"Who's that, babe?" a voice called from behind the door.

"A guy in my class," said Gillian.

A big meaty hand took the door and swung it open. There was Jason, a big buff lynx guy... completely in the nude. He stood by Gillian's side, completely confident to show off a stranger his naked body, including his thick and long penis, hanging off the edge of two hefty balls.

Peter stared at the cock, mouth agape and completely speechless. Gillian tapped Jason's shoulder, "I'm going to put my clothes on and get the paintings for class. You dudes just chill and chat." And she walked off into the room.

Peter's body vibrated as he looked over the lynx's body. His stone pecs and chiseled abs. His waist had curves like a Greek god. And Peter had to take another look: that penis was huge and virile. He could sniff the virility off of it.

"Are..." Peter took his eyes up to Jason's, "are you a friend of Gillian's?"

Jason chuckled, "Being that me and her had a heated night last night, I would hope so."

Bulging. A bulge pried on Peter's pants and lifted up and out. He clasped his hands nervously, his exhales like gasps. The bulge rose like a bridge, aimed at Jason.

"I have sex with Gillian too," said Peter.

Jason smiled, comfortably leaning against the door frame, "I heard. Apparently no one does doggystyle as good as you and apparently you have an adorable orgasm face!"

That comment didn't help things. The lynx boy saying 'adorable' made his cock vibrate with excitement. Peter looked below to check the situation and saw he had an erection, and turned his head back up, "Uh... the boner is for Gillian. I'm very aroused by Gillian's body."

Jason grinned, showing off some of those sharp teeth, "Horny for Gillian. I gotcha."

Gillian, now dressed in a flowy blue shirt and pink khaki cutoffs, walked out with a couple sheets of paper in her arms that looked like they were drawn by children- the paintings Peter reminded her about. She smiled at Peter and took his arm.

"Alright," said Gillian, "clean up quick, Jason. I don't think the faculty likes students in rooms that are not theirs."

Jason nodded, "Right. See you two later."

Gillian smiled, "Byeeee." Peter waved, eyes nervous as they grasped on last look at the buff lynx boy.

The two were off down the hall and it took a few feet before Gillian noticed the mound on the front of Peter's pants bouncing with his every step. She smiled, "What's got you so hard?"

"You..." Peter said with a big grotesque smile on his beak, "You... in your underwear."

Gillian chuckled and hipchecked him, "Hopefully we can find time in class to bump uglies then."

She reached down to fondle his boner and he blushed and chuckled nervously. It felt good to be fondled by the pug girl but Peter couldn't get the visage of the naked lynx boy out of his head.

Daniel, a friend of Peter's, approached from behind. The dove boy practically pounced Peter and Gillian's hanging off their shoulders and thrusting them forward. It was rude and hurt a little bit but Peter and Gillian gave the dove a smile.

"What's up, Daniel?" said Gillian.

"Nothing much," said Daniel. He then saw Peter's hardon below. It was a tent. Daniel grinned, "Peter! You got a huge boner!"

"Y-yeah," said Peter, "Gillian answered the door in her underwear."

Daniel smiled brightly. He then lowered his voice, "Hey... I've heard that some of our classmates are queer. They're gay!"

Peter gulped, "Is that s-so?"

"Yeah," said Daniel.

"People just say that," said Gillian.

Daniel rolled his eyes, "Maaaaybe."

Peter's erection slowly deflated and by the time they reached Darwin's room, it was gone.

Kimi, Martin, and Longfellow arrived at class. It was another day in the most outdoorsy classroom the students would ever know. The classroom was beside a forest and there was a canopy hanging overhead. The floor was dirt. Some students had already taken their seats while others were walking around the classroom's open floor behind the desks, throwing a ball around like it was recess.

Selma was there, watching some of the birds flying around in the branches above. Dressed in a Victorian purple dress, she was an elegant-looking triceratops girl that morning. Kimi watched Selma waved her hand along the bottom of the canopy, twirling that fancy dress. The fox's heart beated fast.

Kimi's steps were short and shy. She walked up to her monster-sized friend, her eyes peeking up innocently. She waved, "H-hey Selma!"

"Uh..." said Selma, "Hi, Kimi!"

"Did... did you want to hang out later?" asked Kimi.

Selma pushed a fake smile on her face, "S-sure..."

There had been some trouble between them since Kimi had a fascination with Selma's body. She couldn't help her attraction for her dinosaur friend and was frequently caught gazing at Selma's breasts, crotch, or feet. Selma didn't like being ogled by girls.

Kimi smiled warmly and walked to her seat. Selma to hers as well, although being a larger student she had to take one of the seats in the back of the grid arrangement, where there were bigger chairs and desks for the giant students like Selma.

Kimi took her seat and looked back at Selma, giving a bright grin. Selma grinned back, less enthusiastic.

The class took off and everyone took their seat, smaller students in the front, larger ones in the back. Professor Darwin narrated her lesson for the morning: it wasn't a lesson about how to dig tunnels like Longfellow thought; it was an exposition on the kind of trees they'd see in their new world, using the classroom's own natural wilderness as examples.

The lesson was short so the rest of the period was free for students to do whatever they wanted. A number of them chose sex as a fair passtime for the remainder of class. Some chose to use the desks as a surface, a couple to the side of the classroom by the wall, and Peter and Gillian took to the trees to find a place to get it on.

They found a quiet spot a few dozen feet from the classroom and got undressed. Clothes off, Gillian got down on her hands and knees and let Peter see that sex mound tempting him. It was surrounded by light brown fur and invited Peter to come down. Peter got down on her, pumping into her like a machine. Lost in the ecstasy of intercourse, they let their mouths hang open, tongues flail out, eyes go vacant, and they drooled.

While sticking to classic doggystyle, they shared a couple orgasms and then sat down on the dirt and regained their breath. While they rested, wet genitals rubbing on the ground and getting the slightest amount of muddy, other students approached.

There was a group of them, walking around with Sloth- a student in their class who's mind was regressed to an animal's when he was transformed into a zooman. He looked out into the world with vacant eyes, a gaze that would never cease. He couldn't understand his surroundings, he spoke in grunts to those around him, and as he walked on inelegant steps, the sound of his diaper crinkled.

Peter and Gillian remained in the nude while them and the others had casual conversation.

"Dogs can't eat chocolate," said one of them to Gillian, "Can you eat chocolate, Gillian?"

Gillian thought for a moment, "I don't know. I haven't tried, I don't think."

While they talked, Sloth stared at Peter, drool hanging out of his mouth. The sloth lowered his gaze at Peter's flaccid cock, resting on the ground. The dumbed down student reached his furry hand over to Peter's sac and rubbed it gently.

For a moment, Peter was charmed at the touch. He moaned and giggled, turning his head with a smile to see the nymph that was fondled his testicles. When he saw the nymph was actually a male Sloth, he shifted back violently.

"H-hey!" said Peter, "No touching!"

Gillian smirked, "What was he doing?"

"He touched my dick!" said Peter. He scowled at Sloth, "I'm not like that!"

Sloth smiled dumbly, more drool falling out of his mouth. Peter got up and stamped away from the group in a hurry, leaving his clothes behind. Gillian thought to call out, but whatever scared Peter away, Gillian wouldn't be able to persuade him.

Being that the classroom had a wide open dirt patch surrounded by the wilderness and the walls edging the room, the students wanted to fill it with some furniture. Some wooden benches of various sizes were brought in and some students dragged some tree stumps out of the forest for casual seating.

Kimi and Selma were rearranging some the benches. One of the students snuck in some of their bedsheets to drape over the top. Kimi tightened the corners to flatten the cloth and it looked nice.

Selma, being ten feet tall and possessing incredible strength, was reponsible for picking up and rearranging the tables. She could move the smaller ones with incredible ease.

The dinosaur girl walked past Kimi and the fox girl got a whiff of her friend's active sex. The pheromones breathed out of the dinosaur's sex and tantalized the fox's nose. It was intoxicating but the vixen tried to her best to keep her composure and pulled a cloth down a side of a bench.

Selma leaned down to pat down the bench into the ground, making it level. Leaned over, there was a moment for Kimi to see up Selma's dress and into the large girl's dinosaur panties. Kimi stopped, her breath got heavy, and she dropped the cloth.

Selma didn't notice until Kimi seemed still. She looked back at her friend and realized what her fox friend was doing. She jolted up and tugged her dress down, "Kimi!"

Kimi shook herself out of the stare, embarrassed, "Uh... uh, sorry."

Selma frowned, crossing her arms, "Kimi, what did I tell you? Stop... being weird with me."

"I didn't mean to," said Kimi, "You were leaned over and I couldn't help myself."

Selma's tone boiled, "If you can't help yourself, we should stop hanging out."

Kimi frowned, eyes struck with sorrow, "Oh come on, Selma. I... I just needed to get used to your smell."

Selma was quiet for a moment, looking defeated. She couldn't think of any words to say to fix the situation, so she walked off elsewhere in the class, leaving Kimi alone.

The period finished and students began exiting the classroom. Kimi stayed behind to talk with the professor. She awkwardly stayed by the entrance of the classroom with the appearance of having to leave but once most of the students were gone, Kimi walked up to Darwin cleaning the chalk of the front board.

Kimi cleared her throat, "Professor Darwin, can I speak to you about something?"

Darwin turned around and gave a reassuring smile, "Of course! Anything!"

Kimi rubbed her arm and pivoted her toes into the dirt below, "It's..." she paused unable to figure out how to express her problem, "Selma and me were friends when we were myuman, but now that we're animals..." she took her hands to her crotch, "I want to be more than just friends."

Darwin smirked, "You wouldn't be the only one. Being turned into a zooman has heightened your sexual and romantic charms."

Kimi sighed, "But Selma doesn't like me like that."

Darwin walked around to the front of her desk and took a hand to Kimi's shoulder, "Unrequited, huh?"

Kimi nodded. Her expression sparked a bit of fury, "Why... why did you make me gay? You turned me into a fox and now I'm a lesbian!"

"Being a zooman comes with having a heightened libido," said Darwin, rubbing the vixen's back, "you will have more attractions. And I know you've been sleeping with males as well!"

Kimi turned away, cringing with her tongue out in disgust, "But being into girls... yuck!"

Darwin sighed. It was the same every year: myumans had their weird takes on sexuality and many of them took their time breaking out of old societal expectations and embracing the freedom of zooman society.

"Give it time, Kimi," said Darwin, "You'll see how good it is to be with women, too. And if- Selma, was it?- if she isn't attracted to you that's the way it is, but don't block yourself out of a good time because of some lingering myuman standards for sexuality."

Kimi sighed, and left the classroom, head hung low. Darwin watched the depressed tailless vulpine walk out the door like she had just lost the softball match and the owl's heart sank. She exhaled and put her feathery hands on the back of her neck, wondering what she was to do.

Night came and Irma was looking for another guy to spend time with, anything to get out of staying overnight at her own dorm where Ava could be. She walked the moonlit halls and with each passing minute, the halls felt more unwelcome like there was an unspoken curfew. She passed by zoomans who looked like they were faculty and expected her to get ordered to her dorm, although none of them said such a thing.

That's when she saw Peter the puffin loitering at a plaza, sitting on a classy bench. The chameleon girl couldn't remember actually speaking to the puffin in the time they had class together and she couldn't even recall what he looked like as a myuman not a week ago. Still, he was a guy, halfway handsome. She could have fucked him.

Irma walked up, "Uh... hi."

Peter looked up and shoveled up a decent grin, "Hi there."

"What are you up to?" asked Irma.

"Nothing," said Peter, "You?"

"Looking for a guy to spend the night with," said Irma, letting her hips sway seductively.

Peter's sleepy look came alive. He leaned back on the bench, "Oh? You mean...?"

Irma nodded, rubbing one foot on an ankle, "Did you want to?"

Peter's toes fanned out and he smiled as he got up from his seat, "Yeah."

"How's your room?" asked Irma.

"I think it's ok," said Peter, "My roommate might be there."

Irma didn't like the idea of someone else watching them or joining in, especially if it was another girl, but she was desperate for some heterosexual loving so she took the puffin boy's hand and he got and lead them to his dorm, in the same hall as hers.

When they went inside Peter's room, it was dark and they could see Peter's roommate sleeping on her bed. The low-lights illuminated the faintest contours of the room and Peter and Irma navigated to Peter's bed in the corner of the room.

They climbed in, quietly. Underneath the sheets, they stared at each other for a moment, then began kissing. He had a nice body so Irma liked rubbing her hands down Peter's torso. Peter danced his toes between Irma's.

Capping their volume so they weren't louder than a gaspy moan, Peter undid his pants and brought out his cock. Irma pulled down her pants and Peter guided his rod into her sex. Once in, the two pulled each other close and churned into each other.

The tussling pulled down the blankets along their bodies as they copulated, writhing like snakes together. They moaned, breathed on each other, and let their tongues dance.

With grunts as quiet as squirrels jumping through the trees, they shared a half-assed cum and silently agreed that was enough to dub their evening as 'heterosexual'. They pulled up their pants, wetting their garments with their juices, pulled the blankets back over them, and tried to get some sleep.

Peter couldn't though. As his loins vibrated after that quick fuck he had with Irma, his mind went back to Jason, the huge-cocked lynx boy he saw earlier. What a huge dong he had. Peter couldn't help but imagine how heavy it would weigh down the bottom of his beak if he had it in his mouth.

His dick uttered. He turned away from Irma and faced out into the room. He shifted in his pants and brought out his dick. Jason's naked body, it wouldn't escape him. The puffin cranked his cock while images of him and Jason running through the woods naked flashed in his mind.

Peter's mind went back to when he was a myuman: there was a gay kid in their class that he made fun of in private with his friends. Peter couldn't even remember the kid's name. He made jokes about the kid masturbating in the shower in gym class and made jokes about the kid needing to suck dicks to survive.

Peter really wanted to suck Jason's dick. It was so big, it would have never fitted in Peter's beak but just touching it with his tongue would have been heaven. The mere thought got his dick heaving up like it was a cat having its back petted.

There were a few other things Peter remembered. The one time they did call out the kid for being gay, Peter and his friends hide their (fully-clothed) butts behind aprons because they didn't want the gay kid to be aroused by them.

Peter never got a good look at Jason's ass but it was probably gorgeous. Peter liked his own ass. Could they wander through the woods, bareass together? A bush would rub up against Jason's firm cheeks and it would look so heavenly.

The puffin cawed quietly. The pounding from Peter's fapping, he tried to keep it at low volume. No one was stirring it seemed, his roommate nor Irma. He kept it up, pounding his meat while dreaming of Jason until he fired off, cumming into his bed and wetting his blanket. He could feel his tip rubbing against the blanket and wetting it as he cummed. It was gross but he didn't care. He closed his eyes and thought of Jason's chest, cranking out his orgasm like drawing water from the well.

He calmed his orgasm and looked down at what he did. The blanket had a big stain like he peed the bed. He tugged the mattress cover and folded it off the side of the bed to wipe the cum off the side then brought it back up. That would have to do, he guessed. He put his dick away and repositioned himself in his pillow- hoping to fall asleep before his horny returned.

The next morning, Peter hurried Irma out of his door and zipped out into the halls to hurry to class. On the way to class walking through the halls, Peter kept his eyes low. He didn't want to be bothered by anyone and didn't want to look at anyone- especially anyone male.

Occasionally he had to look up to see where he was going and the glance of any man freaked him out. His mind went right to them being naked, letting their huge dick out for everyone to see. It could go into Peter's mouth or his ass. Maybe they would swordfight.

Why am I so obsessed with men? Peter thought to himself.

He kept his head low, almost bumping into an elephant man dressed like a staff member at the school. He gave a quick apologetic look but didn't say anything in regret. He kept going.

His dick quivered. The elephant man's flabby belly felt so firm and welcoming. He could feel the bump lingering on his face and chest. Peter shook his head and tried to get out of it.

When he got to class, he didn't join the others. Classmates were already there loitering and chatting with others and Peter would have no part in it. He went straight to a desk and sat down, lowering his head to avoid seeing anyone.

Class began, everyone sat down, and Professor Darwin went through that period's lesson. It was about survival or something- Peter couldn't pay attention- but then Darwin put up a cardboard slide on the chalkboard featuring a totally naked young man.

Peter tried to discourage his arousal by commenting that the naked hamster boy looked like a nerd with his big incisor. After all, who liked nerds? The tactic didn't work. Peter, in fact, couldn't help but having a nerd boyfriend. The hamster boy would come over and ask to watch some science fiction TV show with Peter. He would giggle with excitement over aliens. Maybe he would find a character really hot and pull out his dick in the middle of watching to jerk off. Peter seeing his nerd boyfriend would get him in the mood too and he'd join in. Then the boyfriend would get on the ground and present his ass to Peter and Peter would drop his pants and fuck his nerd boyfriend in the nerd ass.

In real life, Peter had a boner going up his pant leg. It formed out the fabric like the puffin boy had a pipe stashed inside. His heart racing, he lowered his hand underneath the desk and finger-walked his feathery pointers over to the pipe. He poked it and it felt good.

The lesson passed and the students once again had plenty of free time to do whatever they wanted in the classroom. Peter tried to will the arousal out of his cock for a few minutes as he got up and dashed to the trees, causing people to wonder if he was about to lose the race in making it to the bathroom.

He climbed through the trees, major boner birthing on his pants. He got deep into the bush until he could no longer see any of his classmate's faces. The coast was clear, so he stared out into the abyss of trees, opened out his pants, let his big cock snap out, and got cranking!

His mind went back to the nerd boyfriend fantasy, and his hand rubbed his dick like a machine pressing license plates. To kiss that dorky face, to suck his dorky dick, to hold hands with his hamster boyfriend- it got Peter so hot he couldn't hold it in. In barely any time at all, he orgasmed and fired cum all over the forest floor.

He sprayed his load and let his penis rest for a moment, still tugging on it for the casual massaging feel, but then thoughts of naked men returned. That elephant he bumped into earlier- Peter knew that man had a huge elephant cock. The puffin would probably need two hands to lift a single testicle.

Hardness returned to Peter's dick and a real masturbation continued. That elephant man looked older, like he was a dad. If Peter and him fucked, would he have to call the elephant man "Daddy"?

The very word peaked Peter's arousal and he couldn't hold it in anymore. He stood on his tip-toes, let out a squonk, and fired another fiery blast of cum into the air, sprinkling all over the ground and dripping on the trees.

He couldn't stop himself. Jason's naked body returned to his mind. That lynx boy... Peter wanted to brush his cheeks and poke his small nose! With Jason in his mind, Peter jerked off more and came more, spraying onto the floor and covering it with sticky. One orgasm after another just compounded the jism on the dirt, like icing on a cake. He was scared how hot for Jason he was. So scared his panic climaxed with him screaming and twirling around, shooting cum everywhere like a front yard sprinkler!

After a dozen cums, Peter had his fill. He gasped for air, cock in his hand. Drips of seed was on his pants. He took some leaves from the trees and wiped some of the cream off his cock. He dropped the leaves to the ground and put his dick back in his pants.

Behind him another student was approaching: it was Daniel again. The dove boy approached with a grin, curious to see why the puffin had to excuse himself alone.

"Hey Peter!" he said, "What are you up to? Did you shit your pants?"

Peter looked back and saw Daniel- the face of a male. He zipped back forward, grimace on his face and eyes full of fear. He couldn't do anything but stutter quietly.

Daniel looked at the ground, "What is..." the dove smiled, "Ohhhh... You were masturbating!" he took a hand behind his head and whistled, "Wow, you sure had a lot stored in ya." He looked down at Peter's crotch, "Your nuts must be working overtime!"

The dove was confused what was going on with his classmate and what possessed him to ejaculate a gallon of jizz one pleasant morning.

"What got you so horny?" asked Daniel. He leaned close and took a hand around Peter's shoulders, "Was it that dinosaur chick with the huge knockers? I gotta get in her pants!" He let out a big laugh, "Or maybe it was a man that got your attention!" He let out a cackle, eyes wide in hysterics! Daniel keeled over, "That's not right! That's not right!"

The only one who found Daniel's jokes funny was Daniel. The dove let go of Peter's shoulders and Peter, feeling vulnerable, took the opportunity to walk off into the forest to wander around and not talk to anybody. Daniel took a moment to admire the splooge stain, measure its length, then head back to the classroom to tell people about it.

Peter walked around the forest alone, feeling shame for his overwhelming homosexual attractions. Then the bell rung and period was over. For a moment, he was worried he was lost in the wilderness but found his way back to the classroom.

Darwin was still there. When she saw Peter step out of the forest, she raised an eyebrow, "It's not a good idea to wander away in the forest, student."

Peter bee-lined it to the door before stopping. This whole thing was Darwin's fault. She turned him into a bird-person and now he was having boners for men!

He turned around, cross, "Teacher, I got a problem."

Darwin, caught off guard by the subtle hints of anger in his expression tone, put her papers down and said, "What is it, child?"

"When... when is the gay gonna wear off?" asked Peter.

"What?" asked Darwin.

"I've been having a lot of gay urges," said Peter. He chuckled nervously, "I'm... I'm not gay! I'm not supposed to be gay! As a myuman... I was straight! Can I go back to that?"

Darwin sighed and held her head on her desk with an arm. She stared at Peter, discouraged, "You are what you are, student. You--- what was your name?"

"Peter," he said.

"Peter..." she got up and stretched out her arms, "You can't go back to what you were as a myuman, and you shouldn't want to." She walked over and put a hand on his back, rubbing it gently, "You're a zooman now, and you have new urges. Embrace them."

"But it's gay!" said Peter, glibly.

Darwin took the hand away from the puffin and huffed. She scowled, and put a hand on her hip, thinking. Sometimes myuman classes adapt easily, but the class this year brought their homophobia in a steel suitcase. She grumbled, "For fuck's sakes, change of plans! Next period I'm switching the lesson so you all can learn that being gay isn't the end of the world."

"I heard you've been sleeping with that wolf girl," said Peter, "You just turned us into zoomans so we would be gay just like you!"

Darwin shot a soul-piercing glare at Peter and Peter leaned back- feet tilting up and a grimace on his beak- he knew he was in trouble! Darwin stomped over to him, Peter too stunned to plead a sorry. Darwin grabbed the puffin, raising him up from the ground, his feet dangling in front of the owl's knees.

Peter's teeth chattered and he flinched at Darwin's glare. The white of her eyes were like a lightning-flashed sky and her pupils were like bullet holes. She opened her mouth like the gates of hell and screeched at Peter, a skin-melting tone that crackled through the trees above.

Peter's eyes went wide and his beak plastered across his face, quivering in terror. The owl's screech was long and riveted Peter's very soul like a howl out on hell. Peter's face contorted and his body spasmed all over the place, needing to get out of Darwin's grasp but being so scared that an exact method was lost on him!

The screech faded and a drizzling was heard. Darwin looked down to see streams of urine falling off of Peter onto the dirt below. His pants were soaked with strings of wetness going down his legs. They dripped like rainwater on a windshield.

Peter quietly whimpered and shivered, holding his arms close to protect himself. He brought his eyes below, knowing what he had done.

Darwin took a whiff and looked behind Peter to see he had a huge mound on his butt. In the terror of the giant owl lady's big screech, Peter's bowels released themselves. Pressing up against his sleek white feather butt was a load of crap in his underwear.

Darwin dropped Peter and he smacked down on his feet, before falling down on his butt, smushing the poop in his pants with a succulent squish.

Peter shivered and rubbed a hand down his pants, "L-l-look what you m-m-m m-made me do-o-o-o!"

Darwin smirked at the pathetic bird boy looking at his infantile accident. She gave him not a moment more. leaving him to his business and going back to the chalkboard, taking an eraser and removing all she had written for next period. A new lesson was needed.

Peter climbed himself on his feet, cringing at the feeling of feces swinging around in his underwear. He looked back to ask for a change of pants but he saw that scowl on the owl's face and knew that wasn't in the cards. Already blushing in embarrassment, he left the classroom into the halls, cowardice stinking behind him.